I swam about four miles and came to an island covered with timber. I climbed a tree, and the water surrounding it was about ten feet deep. Now, when I hear persons talking about being hard up, I think of my condition at that time—up in a tree in the middle of the Mississippi River, a thousand miles from home, not one cent to my name, nor a pocket to put it in...
—A. C. Brown, 2nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry, describing how he survived the Sultana disaster
Reflections, observations, random thoughts and bon mots, relating to the literary and geographic landscapes of American history. And book reviews too.
Monday, April 27, 2009
On this day, 144 years ago. . .
Labels: Sultana Disaster
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